| poetry/prose |

shadow of self the meadow you've moved on night travelers now a cavern distant memory legend

the meadow We share the moment in spirit... Two souls gazing upon a common moon... Visions of a mountain meadow on a midsummer's day... Sun's rays cresting mountain peaks... Strolling through the courtyard of cathedrals... Lush green brushes about our legs as it sways in the gentle breeze... Brilliant blossoms paint the valley floor... Their fragrance carried by the cool breeze that quietly whispers in your ear... Pointless words unspoken... Our hands entwined as we lie at the foot of the mountain swell... An audience to tales told in the midst of temporal clouds... The moment shared as fantasy by distant confidantes...